Novels by Inked Angel

Landon's POV I stood in Tyler's kitchen, the morning sun filtering through the blinds, casting stripes across the counter. My mood was sky-high after last night; and hell, this morning too. Kasey and I had gone at it like we hadn't seen each other in weeks, which wasn't far from the truth. I'd woken up with a raging hard-on, and I couldn't resist nudging her awake. We didn't stop until we were both wrecked, sweaty and satisfied. Fuck, I still couldn't wrap my head around it; she'd let me touch her, kiss her, do everything I'd been dreaming about. The delusional part of my brain, the part still drunk on her skin, was screaming that she was back. That maybe this meant she was mine again. But the smarter part knew better. She was married. I was married. Technically. But not for long. Couldn’t be for long, not after last night. I'd fix that shit soon.I decided to make breakfast to surprise her. Pancakes seemed easy enough, but I went for something fancier; eggs Benedict. Because why t

Kasey’s POV I should've said no. The words were right there on the tip of my tongue but instead, I let him pull me into the bathroom.We were married to other people for barely a week and here we were, about to cross every line in the book. But right now, with Landon's hands on my skin, I didn't give a damn. Regrets could wait until morning. I just prayed Landon wouldn't notice the slight changes in my body. If he did, I'd blame it on the honeymoon or something. Anything.He turned on the shower and the water roared to life as steam filled the small space. His eyes never left mine as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. God, he looked so good; broad shoulders, inked arms, that V-line leading down to where he was already hard for me. I swallowed hard and peeled off my shirt, then my bra, feeling exposed under his gaze. He stepped closer and hooked his fingers into my jeans, popping the button open with ease."Let me," he whispered, sliding them down my legs along with my pantie

I held her there on my lap, and fuck if time didn’t slow down. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours, and the crazy thing was; she didn’t fight it. Didn’t slap me, didn’t cuss me out, didn’t even try to slide off. If anything, she settled in deeper. Her head rested against my shoulder and her body went soft against mine like it remembered exactly where it belonged. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for her to shove me away and remind me she had a husband now, but it never came. We stayed like that for a long minute, maybe two. The only sound was the ragged symphony of our breathing and the distant hum of the refrigerator. She was here. And she wasn’t running. I couldn’t help myself. "Did you miss me?" I asked in a low voice testing the waters. She rolled her eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. Just that familiar spark she always had when I pushed her buttons. I grinned despite the ache in my chest. "That’s a damn shame, Trouble. Because I missed you every

I froze the second the door opened. She was really here. Kasey. My Kasey. Or at least, she used to be.She was supposed to be on a beach somewhere. Drinking fucking daiquiris with her husband. Posting those goddamn cozy pictures that felt like little shards of glass in my gut every time I scrolled past them. Yet here she stood, in the ugly fluorescent light of Tyler’s apartment corridor, looking as real and as out-of-place as a dream.Her lips parted and a soft uncertain sound escaped. "Hi."That single word, so small, so nervous, snapped something inside me. My throat closed. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. I just stared, drinking in the sight of her like a man who’d been dying of thirst. The curve of her jaw, the faint freckles across the bridge of her nose I’d once traced with my lips, the way her shoulders were held tight with a tension I wanted to smooth away with my hands.She cleared her throat, glancing past me into the dim hallway. "Is… is Tyler here? He texted me."Tyler. R

Landon's POVI crouched behind the rusted dumpster in the alley, my eyes locked on the shadowy figure slipping through the back door of that rundown warehouse.Malcolm Reeves, the slippery fucker, had been playing this cat and mouse game with us for a week now. Tyler and I had tailed him from one shithole to another, dodging his goons and keeping our distance. It was the perfect excuse to stay the hell away from home—from Kendra. Ever since the wedding, I'd only dragged my ass back there once, just to grab a change of clothes and some gear. After that, it was Tyler's place or my old mansion on the outskirts. Anything to avoid facing her, the questions and the bullshit life I'd locked myself into.A week of tracking Malcolm Reeves was a fucking vacation in comparison.Tyler’s shoulder bumped mine as he shifted. "You think we’ll actually get him this time?” he whispered, his eyes never leaving the rusted door across the abandoned lot.I nodded. "Fuck yeah, we will. Last time, if he had

Kasey’s POVThe honeymoon in Bora Bora had been everything I imagined and more.Darren and I spent our days snorkeling among colorful fish that darted around us like confetti and paddleboarding across calm waters where I could see straight to the sandy bottom. We'd laugh over fresh coconut water at beachside cafes, trying local fruits I'd never heard of, and pose for silly selfies with the palm trees framing us perfectly.But nights were different. Darren would slip away after dinner and I'd head back to the bungalow alone. He always returned in the early morning and we'd meet for breakfast on the deck, chatting about the day's plans while I pretended not to notice the hickeys on his neck. I figured his boyfriend must have tagged along somehow and was hiding out in another part of the resort or a nearby island. Darren never said a word about it, but I'd catch him on hushed phone calls that would end abruptly if I walked too close. "Yeah, I miss you too," he'd whisper before hanging

So why did my chest ache with a pain that had nothing to do with vengeance?The look on his face kept pulling at me. That raw, unguarded agony. It unsettled me in a way I didn’t understand and cracked something open where rage was supposed to live. I had spent so long imagining him as a monster that I wasn’t prepared for this... this broken, human version of him.And I hated it.Because all I wanted in that moment was to make it go away. To wipe that look from his face and replace it with the cold, intimidating mask I knew. The one that made him easy to hate. Easy to destroy.This version? This one made my chest hurt.I didn’t know how to comfort men. That had never been my role.What I knew was how to undo them; how to unravel them with pleasure or end them with death. Those were the only languages I’d ever been taught.And since killing him wasn’t an option right now, I reached for the other weapon in my arsenal.My bare feet carried me across the rug, avoiding the spreading dark po

"You have to believe me, Pakhan. Come on. You’ve known me over ten years. Ten fucking years of loyalty. I’ve bled for you, taken bullets, buried bodies—whatever you asked. She’s been here... what? Three weeks? A month tops? You really think I’d lie to your face after everything?"He sounded desperate and his voice cracked at the edges. I almost felt sorry for him.Almost.Dominic didn’t answer right away. Instead he turned those dark eyes on me. "What do you have to say for yourself, Raven?"I took a shaky step closer to him. Not too close—I didn’t want to look like I was trying to seduce my way out of this—but close enough that he could see the tears still shining on my cheeks. I made my voice small and cracked, the way people sound when they’re about to break."I’ve never lied to you," I said quietly. "Not once. Everything I’ve told you so far? It checked out, right? The brother, the college, the way I showed up here… all of it was real. I get it if you pick him. You’ve known him fo

Starlet was perched on the edge of her bed, watching him with wide, curious eyes. Sergei’s head swiveled towards me as I entered. Relief flashed across his stony features. He cleared his throat. "Miss Raven," he rumbled, his voice too loud for the quiet room. "The boss. He wishes to see you. Now." He didn’t say it like a request. It was a statement of fact, an inevitability. The week of quiet was over. The ghost had decided to reappear. *** My heart was slamming hard against my ribs as I followed Sergei down the hallway. Why the hell did Dominic want to see me? After a full week of nothing, was this it? Was I about to get fired? Thrown out on my ass? Or something worse? I pushed those thoughts away, forcing myself to breathe steady. No point in freaking out before I even knew what was up. We stopped at the familiar dark wood to his office. Sergei gave me a quick nod, motioning for me to go in. He stayed outside, pulling the door shut behind me with a soft click that echoed in m

When I finally got out, my skin pruned but relaxed in a good way. I wrapped myself in a towel and padded back to the room. My panties were laid out on my bed with a pad already stuck in. Next to them, my comfiest sleeping shorts and a baggy tee, folded neatly. Starlet was sitting cross-legged on her own bed, pretending to be very interested in her phone. She peeked over. "Feel any better?" I stood there, dripping on the rug, trying to calm my racing heart. A weird, warm feeling bloomed in my chest, right next to the usual ball of anxiety and anger. It was… nice. Someone had done something nice. For me. "What's this?" I asked, hiding the warmth in my voice. She smiled sheepishly. "I... uh, went through your suitcase. It's still unpacked, right? Figured you'd need comfy stuff. And the pad—thought it might help. I didn't mean to snoop, just wanted to make it easy." No one has ever done something like this for me. But I didn't say anything, I just nodded and dressed quickly. T

He stared at me as if I’d started speaking another language. "What is with you? This fucking attitude… is it the goddamn hormones? Are you really that cranky because of your fucking period?"Every cell in my body screamed to let loose, to unleash the torrent of curses and accusations. I pictured Haley’s face. I pictured Josh, smiling, clueless and swallowed it all.I breathed, in and out, slowly. "I’m just tired. I want to go.""You’re ungrateful," he stated, his own anger returning, laced with something that sounded almost like betrayal. "I scouted you from that shithole club. You begged me to bring you here. I put you on the top floor in weeks—a promotion others wait years for. I gave you a weekend off on your second fucking day. I don't usually do that."And there it was. The opening.A sick, reckless compulsion took over. The need to wound him back, to shatter his arrogant control."You didn’t give me that weekend off out of kindness," I said, my voice eerily calm. "You did it for

Raven's POVI sat there in that damn room, the same one Dominic had dragged me to last time after the attack. The walls felt like they were closing in, all sleek and cold, with that faint smell of leather and whatever expensive cologne these guys drowned themselves in. An hour. A full freaking hour I'd been stuck here, staring at the door waiting for that bastard to show his face. I tried to leave—three times, actually. Each time, Sergei just shook his head and muttered something about orders from the boss. "Stay put until he gets here," he'd say, like I was some kid in timeout.My blood was boiling. I didn't want to wait for Dominic. Hell, showing up today had taken everything I had. If it wasn't for the mission—the one thing keeping me grounded, the need to end him for what he did—I would've grabbed my stuff, Josh's too, and bolted. But running now was pointless. I was on his radar, and worse, so was Josh. How the hell had I let that slip? Telling the devil himself about my brothe